1. Caught Stealing Thongs


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Interracial, Spanking, Teen, Transsexual, Transvestite, Author: willingwimp, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    video camera to face the sofa. I could see a huge tent in his pants. Then, he walked to me. He took me by the hand, and led me in front of the video camera. He took my head in his strong hands, his fingers lacing into my long silky hair. He tipped my head back, and kissed me. My lips parted and he worked his tongue muscle into my mouth. I felt myself melting as his hands moved down my back and cupped my tight, pretty, but still smarting ass. I let out a deep moan. I'm sure he could feel the heat of my reddened buttocks on the reddened palms of his hands. Mr. Johnson grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me so that I swung around and now faced away from him. He whispered in my ear. "It's time for more of your punishment, Chrissy." "Y-y-y-es, Sir." He pulled me close to him and I could feel the hard swell of his club-like cock against my tight, hot round little butt. He worked his hands inside my bra and began pinching my nipples. It hurt, but as soon as he did it, my own cock popped straight up again, sticking out from the front of my thong. His teeth sunk into my earlobe. I squealed in pain, and writhed, but he just pulled me tighter against his body. He yanked me over to the arm of the sofa and threw me across it so my pretty buttocks were again pointed skyward. One of his hands was on the back of my neck, pushing me down. I could hear him fumbling with his pants with his other hand. He kicked my legs apart and stepped closer. I felt his huge, hot, meaty cock hard up ...
    against my ass cleavage. He tried to penetrate my tiny, tight little virgin hole, but I was tense, my butt still throbbing in red-hot pain, and not in any way ready for an assault by such an enormous thing. I begged and pleaded. "No, please, no, Mr. Johnson, You're gonna split me apart, No, no, no, oh, oh, no, please." His cock, slick with pre-cum slid up and down my ass cleavage, but no farther in me. Mr. Johnson stepped back, grabbed my hair and spun me around the other way, so I was now facing him. He pushed me down onto my knees. "Suck it, baby," he commanded. I was face to face with a monster of a dick. I was greatly relieved that this baseball bat was not forcing its way into my ass, but I didn't think I could begin to take fit more than a small portion of it in my mouth. He held the back of my head and forced me to take his monster cock deep in my mouth, pushing into my throat, so I was gagging and gasping for air. My mascara became a mess all over again as tears again ran down my cheeks. I looked up at Mr. Johnson as he fucked my mouth, my eyes begging him to relent. I was grunting and gasping. Mr. Johnson was grunting too as he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. I was sputtering, gagging, desperate. Suddenly he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to the sofa. Mr. Johnson flung me face down on the sofa, then straddled me. He opened up the drawer on a side table, and much to my surprise he had a bottle of lotion. He slathered lotion on his monster cock and squirted ...
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